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Michael Fine
3/17/2016
History of Present Illness: 36 year old English speaking Latino female with fatigue and
abdominal pain of three days duration. The fatigue is so severe that the patient wasnt able to get
out of bed two days in a row very unusual for her and her two girls, ages five and seven, had
to wake her in the morning so they could get to school on time. Usually its the other way
around. The patient works in an office as a receptionist and never misses work but she did have
to work an eleven hour day on Monday which was okay for her she likes the overtime and her
girls go to her mother in Pawtucket after work. The abdominal pain actually started last June and
keeps her up at night. Its burning and boring, comes and goes, but when it comes on its there
for weeks at a time and is associated with burping and belching. Worse when she lays down,
better when she stands or walks, the same feeling she gets when she is hungry only ten times
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worse. No nausea, vomiting, or diarrhea. No blood in the stool or black tarry stools. No fever or
chills. Not emotionally stressed. She lives with her two daughters who she says are her whole
world. Sleeps ok except for the discomfort. Poor appetite. No meds. Doesnt smoke. Drinks
occasionally. Needs a note for work states her boss is a good person but very precise and says
she needs a doctors note if shed out more than a day or two, but she likes her boss who she says
is fair but strict. The patient was seen at an urgent care center two weeks prior for the same
abdominal pain but without the fatigue when the pain was keeping her up at night. They ordered
an ultrasound which she is going to have tomorrow. Her boss knows about that already and
understands she will be in late so the out of work note she needs is only for yesterday and today.
Exercises regularly. Regular periods but very heavy flow. No back pain or muscle pain. Nerves
and emotions ok. Mood good, but worries about her daughters from time to time. Doesnt see or
hear things that might not be there. No thoughts of hurting herself or anyone else. Had diabetes
with her pregnancies that resolved after her children were born.
Physical examination: is remarkable only for epigastric tenderness. No masses spasm or rebound.
Laboratory studies: blood sugar 146 (elevated but she just ate). Hemoglobin A1c 6.1.
nutrition for diabetic diet and teaching. Start metformin 500 mg twice a
day. Consider and test for Lyme disease (fatigue), anemia from blood loss
#Abdominal pain. Possible gall bladder. For sonogram elsewhere. Will ask
Recheck 3 months.
When I met Julio it felt like the world had flipped over, turned itself inside out and
righted itself again. After I threw the girls father out, that two timing son of a bitch, I thought I
was done with men and that my girls would be enough for me forever. Sure I went out on Friday
nights. You have to get dressed and go out, put makeup on, drink a little and dance a little once
in a while otherwise you dont feel like you are alive. My mother would come over to be with the
girls. Mostly it was girl talk and girls dancing with each other. The men would come sniffing
around, pretty ghetto, lots of bling and baseball hats, thinking themselves so hot but there was
But Julio, now that was a whole different kind of man, serious, smart and adult, dark and
quiet and really good looking, like one of those men in the newspaper who model mens suits.
We were both at a wedding when we met -- the wedding of my bosss daughter Ashleigh, who
was marrying a guy from Boston who she met after college when they were both working in
New York, both very smart and successful people. I didnt think there were going to be any
Spanish people at the wedding, which was at a very pretty place in Bristol overlooking the ocean.
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Me and the other girls from the office, we were at on our best behavior, and I was thinking,
pretty night, pretty bride, the girls and I would sit together and talk and then wed dance like we
do at the office Christmas party when only the girls dance and the men, they just sit there and
drink beer.
You sometimes dont really see the person who sits next to you at a table because you
have to turn to look and I was talking to the girls when Julio came to the table. He was alone and
went from person to person, going around the table, introducing himself and saying, Julio
Mendez, party of the groom. Julio Mendez, party of the groom. Julio Mendez, party of the
groom. Very formal and polite, like he was the principal of a school or the captain of a ship.
Dark suit, dark, thinning hair, dark smart eyes that kept to themselves, but he looked at you, just
for a moment, and his eyes didnt go right from your face to your chest, the way half the men in
the world do. Big shoulders but not tall, maybe a little taller than me but not much and a strong
grip when he shook your hand, strong and warm like he was learning you with his grip and really
wanted to know what made you tick from the way you squeezed his hand.
And he was wearing a pink almost purple silk tie that stood out, that was different from
how the rest of him looked. That said, there is something different about this man, something
alive inside courage and pride and passion so that how he looks and acts might not be all of
who he is. Anyway he sits down next to me and I dont look at him and he sits there, quiet for a
few minutes. He knows Im Spanish and I know hes Spanish but neither of us are saying
anything and Im waiting for him to turn to me or for me to turn to him and for one of us to make
a little joke in Spanish about being Spanish at a place where there werent any others, about
waiters or something, the kind of thing Spanish people say to ourselves about each other when
no one else is looking but he doesnt do that at all. He turns to me and says, Id like to know you
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better. Tell me about your life, which is not what you expect to hear from a man you are sitting
next to at a table at a wedding and he says it in English, that beautiful clear formal English he
speaks, as if hes Castilian and is speaking English Castilian and I talk to him in English and I
tell him about my life and my girls and hes listening, asking questions, and he really gets me,
like he knows something about what I had to live through with the girls father, like there are
things hes had to live through himself but he doesnt talk about those things. Im liking the
strength in this man who has feelings and a good brain, who has a heart but doesnt wear his
heart on his sleeve. Thats what strength is. We talk English to each other always. Except later,
5/1/2016 Same day acute 36 year old Hispanic female with abdominal pain and trouble
sleeping. Still uncomfortable and did not want to wait for scheduled follow-up Lots of burning
in the chest which keeps her up at night. The chest pain is midline, not on the left. Does not
travel to the left arm or shoulder. Worse when she lies down. Not worse with walking or
climbing stairs and walks four to six blocks a day to the bus which she uses to travel to work
but no regular exercise program. Not short of breath with walking. Work is busy but not
stressful. Does not eat a low cholesterol or limited calorie diet. Drinks two to three cups of coffee
a day and a glass of wine or two each night to relax after her children are in bed. Not a smoker.
Pain is still like a hunger pain. Did not take the metformin.
Examination: reveals no chest tenderness, no pleural or pericardial rub, normal heart sounds with
no murmur, good breath sounds equal on both sides. Abdomen soft not tender without rebound
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or spasm and normal bowel sounds. Extremities without swelling or edema. Patient appears
anxious.
Laboratory studies: Lyme negative. Hemoglobin 12. Low normal. Hemoglobin A1c 6.0 today.
#Chest pain. Rule out heart disease. Check cholesterol and stress echo.
Return to clinic one month, after stress test done. To call for more chest pain. To call 911 and go
to the Emergency Room for chest pain that lasts more than three minutes, that feels like someone
is standing on your chest or that you feel in the left arm or shoulder.
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I thought Julio would call me but he didnt call me and for a while I forget about him.
You know how it is. You meet someone and I dont know, they make you pay attention in a
different sort of way and you think, maybe, cool, maybe more, and then they dont call you and
the girls need this and that and then you forget about that person you met.
So a few weeks later I see my cousin Yvette at La Consona and she says I heard you met
my husbands brother Julio and that he thought you were very hot, and I say, who, and then I
remember and I guess I start to turn colors or something so she pushes me a little, kind of like a
love tap, and she says, oh, oh I see the way it is and I say its not anything. I met the guy and
never hear another word from him so what good is that, and she says, hes a very good man and
hes been through a lot and she gives me the lowdown: he has a wife and three kids but the wife
is more than a little crazy, in and out of the loony-bin, so he takes care of the kids who are now
teenagers and he takes care of the wife when she is good enough to be home but that he is mostly
And then its the summer and Yvette calls up and says bring the girls to the Columbian
Festival which is Sunday so I bring the girls and my mother and we are standing in the middle of
that field looking at the exhibits and so forth and listening to a band that is playing Columbian
music but way too loud and then it starts to rain. The girls are running around somewhere so I
find them and go to the big T-Mobile tent to get out of the rain and Im standing there with the
girls and a man comes in, hes holding a program book over his head to keep the rain off and its
Julio. Hey I say. Hey, he says. And then I introduce the girls and my mother.
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6/1/2016 Follow up: 36 year old Hispanic female with abdominal pain and trouble sleeping.
Much more burping and belching. Pain still present, worse at night. Radiates to left shoulder.
Not present with walking or climbing stairs. Nausea, no vomiting. Anxious but no real feelings
of impending dread when the pain is present. Pain lasts for hours. No shortness of breath.
Everything at home and work ok. Had the sonogram negative by patients report report not
in the chart, but the stress echo is still pending, was rescheduled by patient. Hemoglobin A1c 5.8
today. No diabetic teaching yet. Did not start Metformin. Watching calories and walking
Exam: clear lungs. Heart regular rate and rhythm. Abdomen soft not tender no Murphys sign ?
Assessment and Plan: # Rule out heart disease. Needs to be careful with exertion until
stress echo done is walking to the bus, but call 911 for crushing
chest pain.
exercising.
Soon Julio starts to come around. Hes shy about it. Very proper. I have a question about
my kids, he says. Could I buy you lunch and pick your brain, he says on the phone. I only get
half hour for lunch, I say. Okay how about dinner. The girls are with my mother after school and
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she spoils them. I make them wash the dishes and do their homework. They are thrilled to stay
with abuela one day she lets them watch TV and eat junk food. His kids are 18, 17, and 15. He
doesnt want them sitting on the computer all night or watching TV but thats all they do, watch
TV on the computer in their room. They need the computer for homework. Is he wrong? Just old
fashioned? No I say, they need to sleep and they need to read. Make a rule. No computer after
nine PM. And then turn the router off every night at nine. Theyll watch on their smart-phones,
he says. Take their smart-phones every night at nine. Given them back at breakfast. That way
theyll eat breakfast. They need to talk to their friends, he says. Its after nine. They need to
sleep, I say. But they say its not cool, he says. You have a landline? I say. If they need to talk,
let them use the landline. You can watch that. They yell that makes them not cool, he says. They
say that makes them different. You are the father, I say. You love them and want them to
succeed. There is plenty of time for them to be cool when they are twenty-two and on their own.
Enough kids go ghetto already. You are smart he says. Way smarter than me.
He never says a word about the mother of these kids. He drops me at my house, thanks
me, and shakes my hand, like we are in a business meeting or something. Then he calls the next
week. Every week there is something for advice. About his mother, who is living in Baltimore.
About his business. He owns a little company that makes electrical things, circuit boards and
switches, that he started fifteen years ago in his basement because he has a good head for math
and a good head for engineering which is what he went to college for in Columbia, and he has
twenty-seven employees who always fight with each other, with endless drama. All of a sudden
I am an expert at kids, at families, at labor relations, and he needs my advice. Some weeks I
dont hear from him, and Im guessing then his wife is home or acting up. Julio never complains.
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But one day at dinner I say tell me how your wife is this week, and his eyes get dark and
he starts with a whisper so he goes back and starts to speak normally after the first few words,
when he hears himself talking like that. Shes stable, he says. Shes home and everything is
under control, he says. That night his handshake turns into an embrace. I kiss him on the cheek
and he holds me to him, hard and close, as if he is holding on for dear life.
We go to Slater Park on Sundays. We do the Carousel, which the girls love, but mostly
we sit in the park and the girls run free. They do the playground and they run down to the lake
pretending to be this and that, and sometimes they meet other kids in the playground and they
create a whole little telenovela that unfolds on the banks of the lake and has them running in and
out of the trees and hiding behind the kiosks and the out buildings, while Julio and I sit in the
He is an attentive man, that Julio, but tense. One day as we go to leave and he is
standing. I see him stop and fall back and then try to stop and stand again and then stop again, his
face set and serious, and then he struggles slowly to his knees and from his knees to his feet.
What is it? I say. Its nothing he says. Just my back. A little pain. A little spasm. I can fix the
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back, I say, laughing, because it is beautiful out and he is a beautiful man and I feel like I can fix
anything and everything and that life it is so good. And when he stands I come behind him and
put my hands on his shoulders and start to give him just a small massage. The muscles in his
shoulders and neck are big and stronger than I ever imagined and they are tight like the steel
cables that hold bridges up, and they do not loosen much when I knead them as if they were
dough because they resist the pressure of my fingers, but Julio says, bueno, which is the first
Spanish word he ever says to me, and then he turns quickly away from me, as if I have hurt him
or he is frightened and his face is very dark. It is good, I say. It is okay. Come to my house later
after 930 when the girls are in bed. It is okay Julio. I cannot go to your house, he says. It is not
proper. It is okay, I say. And he turns and walks stiffly away. I can see how stiff he walks, how
he feels each step in his back and neck which are in spasm.
That night he comes to my house after 930 after the girls are in bed and he stays only
until midnight. Later I learn that he is parking his car around the corner and down the block so no
one can tell, but then he comes to my house many nights between nine-thirty and midnight, and I
give him a key, and sometimes he comes between 4 am and 6 am so hes gone when the girls get
up, and nobody knows and everybody knows at once, and I am loving him and I am not
ashamed.
9/20/2016 Open access/ Same Day Acute 36 year old Hispanic female with abdominal pain
and trouble sleeping. DNKA last visit because she was feeling better. Now pain and trouble
sleeping back again. Had stress-echo which was normal. Still has chest pain and abdominal pain
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suddenly worse at night, keeping her from sleeping. Sleeping less only a few hours a night
now. Not exercising. Drives to work. No new stresses. Family status unchanged. Single mother
of two young daughters. Doesnt smoke or drink. Not concerned about her personal safety
because of any relationship issues no intrapartner violence. No change in diet eats fruits and
vegetables some but not too much citrus or other acidy foods. Has been drinking milk and
Examination: Mucus membranes pink. Clear lungs. Cardiac regular rate and rhythm. Abdomen
soft with moderate epigastric tenderness replicates pain! No mass or other tenderness no
Assessment and plan: #Reflux gastritis, rule out H Pylori. Check H Pylori titers. Start
Suddenly Julios wife is awake and alert and making dinner. Cleaning the house. Paying
the bills like she used to do, once upon a time. Asking about his day. Maybe it is the medicine.
Maybe it is her brain was injured and has healed. Maybe it is an act of God. I wonder if it isnt
me, if they arent bad for each other, and when Julio is with me she has the space again to live.
Maybe she knows about me, and makes herself recover to get him back, as if her illness wasnt
always just the way she talked to him, the way for her to get his attention away from his kids and
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his work. It doesnt matter. She is better. She is awake and alert and she knows that something is
going on. That I am going on. I know that Julio never thought this was possible. That he came to
me in sadness and loneliness, mourning his wife, his family and his marriage, but now he is torn
in two. I know he loves me and that he respects his wife but he doesnt love her. I know that that
he now likes his wife again but he doesnt love her. I know he loves me, that he loves my girls
and everything that is false about the world becomes true for him when he talks to me, when I lie
in his arms.
I stop sleeping. He comes now once a week and doesnt stay long. He looks dark, the way
I am glad for him. I am glad for his wife. I hate him. I hate his wife. My girls are sad.
They think about him, and they are sad. They think about me, and they are sad. His children
I am not sleeping. There is an ache in my chest where my heart should be. An ache, not a
pain. There is a burning. I am sitting up all night. A part of me is always listening for his key in
the door. He is a good man, an honest man, a man of principals and tremendous integrity.
It was not like this with the father of the girls. The father of the girls, he just used me,
flattered me, and tricked me. I was nothing to him and when the time came I threw him out
So I end it.
10/20/2016 Follow-up H. Pylori gastritis. 36 year old Hispanic female with abdominal pain and
trouble sleeping. Some improvement with Prilosec but still not sleeping. Burping and gas much
less. Burning and chest pain less. Some nausea, no vomiting or diarrhea. No appetite. Not
bloated. Hunger pain gone but still left with an empty feeling. Mood down. Sad but not hopeless.
Not sexually active. No suicidal or homicidal ideation. Doesnt like the short days or the winter.
Examination: Lungs clear. Heart regular rate and rhythm. Abdomen soft, not tender, normal
Assessment/Plan: #HPylori Gastritis. Add Lansoprazole 30mg twice daily for 14 days.
twice daily for 2 weeks. Possible side effects diarrhea and a metallic
taste in the mouth. The importance of taking all the medicine reviewed in
detail.
Recheck 4 to 6 weeks.
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At 4:30 in the morning I think I hear a key in the lock. I have not forgotten Julio but I
have put him out of my mind. Ancient history. Sadness. Dont go there. You live and you learn. I
am thinking about the girls father who I havent seen or heard from in two years but who still
has a key and it is like him to come sneaking around when hes in trouble or when his girl of the
moment has thrown him about. Sneaking around or worse. He has done me worse. I thought
once to buy a gun so I would be ready for him when he comes around again but I dont have the
stomach for that and I dont want it in the house for the girls to see or the girls to find. But I do
have a baseball bat. A metal bat from softball. Once when I was a girl I played. Then the noise
goes away. I open the door. There are flowers between the front door and the storm door. From
Julio. Its four-thirty in the morning. I am looking for him but all I see are the red tail lights of a
car driving away. Julio is gone. He was here. And he is gone again.
12/1/2016 Follow-up 36 year old Hispanic female with abdominal pain and trouble sleeping.
Abdominal pain resolved. No burping. No belching. No bloating. Mood improved. Not sleeping
well though. Often wakes at 4 A.M. but then able to go back to sleep so often gets 7 hours a
sleep a night in total. Using a light with daylight spectrum an hour or two a day as instructed.
Appetite fair. Not stressed. No suicidal or homicidal ideation. Not seeing or hearing things that
Examination: Lungs clear. Heart regular rate and rhythm. Abdomen soft without masses. No
therapy.
awakening patient is to get out of bed and read for at least twenty
heavy periods.
We work it out. It is hard but we stay with it. One day I call him up at his place during the
day. Stop bringing flowers, I say. I love the flowers but it isnt flowers I want. I cant sleep Julio.
I want you back but all of you not just flowers in the middle of the night. I am sorry, he says. I
thought you would be pleased. I still think about you. All the time. Thinking about me doesnt do
anybody any good, I say. Its very nice that you like me. Its even very nice that you love me.
But loving and liking arent the same thing as two people being together. I need someone for me,
Then I dont hear from him for two weeks. I gave my word, he says, when he calls me.
This is not your problem it is my problem. I promised I would take care of her in sickness and in
health. She is better now and that is good. But what is inside me isnt better. I dont care
anymore what is inside you, I say. You are ripping me to pieces. Love me or let me alone.
He knocks on the door one night after the girls are in bed. He is looking dark like he is
angry at me.
Im going to stay married to her, he says. Why are you here, I say. You are making it
worse for me, not better. I am going to stay married to her but I want to live here with you. Nice,
I say, very nice. You get your cake and eat it. What about my girls? Dont you think they need a
real father? And what about your kids? They need a father too. I thought youd be happy to see
me, he said. Maybe I shouldnt have come. Shit or get off the pot, I say. I do love you but you
are tearing me apart. What I came to say is that I am going to stay married to her but we will
make this work. I found a clean three family on Transit Street. A beautiful old house. Four
bedrooms in the upstairs apartment. Three bedrooms in the downstairs. It has a big yard and a
carriage house. And you want us all to live together? Are you crazy? You want me to live in a
triple-decker? I say. How very convenient. What about your wife? Its not a triple-decker, he
says. Its a real house. My wife knows all about you, he says. You were her shock therapy. She
got better. But we didnt. She and I didnt get better. She knows it is you and me now. And it
sucks, but this is the best I can do. Maybe someday she finds someone else and we divorce. But
not now. Now I am with the kids and I am with you and we find a way to make a family out of
the terrible mess I have made. You didnt make a mess, I say. You got a mess. Now you are
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trying to make lemonade out of lemons. But I dont know if I can do this, I say. I dont expect
you to, he says. Its too crazy. I dont know what I will say to his wife, who I only feel sorry for.
I dont know what I will say to his kids or how they will look at me. How they will think about
me. I dont know how his wife will be able to stand it. I dont know how I can stand it. Maybe it
No. That is not right, I say. Shit or get off the pot. You want to be with me? You divorce
But then I feel like I know his kids from all he has told me about them. He is twisting
himself in knots for me. For my kids. For his kids. For us. But no. This is crazy.
Julio is a good man. The best. But now I am strong for two of us. I look into his eyes
where he is waiting for me, lost and alone. I cannot turn him away but I cannot do this thing. I
take his face in my hands and I kiss him. I stand behind him and knead the terrible knots in his
6/1/2017 First Prenatal visit. 37 Year old Hispanic Female. Last Menstrual Period 4/12/2017.
Positive pregnancy test. Risk Factors: Advanced maternal age. Iron deficiency Anemia. History
of Depression. Adult onset Diabetes Mellitus, diet controlled. Estimated Date of Delivery